The Box

Hi there, pardon me, yes,
Of course I remember you!
Excuse me, though,
I have carefully kept you in a box,
Preserved you just as you were.
Well, yes, less wrinkles for sure,
Oh, less mature, yes, of course.
I kept you in this box,
And nurtured every little hurt.
All the mean things you said.
I didn't let you grow up or out
Of those things.
I really did a great job saving it.
No, no. I didn't mean to do that!
It's just I spent so much time,
You know, back in school.
Lashing back at you,
Telling you off, feeling hurt.
It made no sense to keep all that,
But, what can I say?
I tend to hang on to things.
Yeah. That about covers it.
Wait, you say you did the same thing?
Oh, man. I guess I was a mean little shit.
I justified it, of course.
Here's a deal for you,
I will let you out of my box,
And you let me out of yours.
We can finally grow up,
Sounds good to me.